Winter woke up with a ringing head. He recalled wanting to get back to his lair as fast as possible but he blacked out not so long after that. After having a taste of how a rut can be with a chosen one, he never wanted to go through it without her ever again and thankfully the heat of his rut was finally subsiding. Winter stood from the rug he had slept overnight walked closer to the pond then noticed two of the baskets Wesley would bring to him carelessly displaced and overturned, he flinched trying to remember where he had seen those baskets again but his memories felt rather blank.
Winter just had his bath and was putting some clothes on when he felt it, Kyle was in trouble…and a serious one at that. What has he gotten himself into this time? Winter wondered as he stood summoned Wesley
